IT'S A BEACH PARTY

[noburden]

Jill finally gets her day at the beach with her boys.

Did she pack far too much food? Possibly, but the cooler and basket(s) fill up some of the space on the massive blanket set out on the sand, an umbrella shading a corner of it. Someone will eat it at some point. She opted to forego the alcohol (no beer cans), but there's sparkling lemonades and apple cider and plain ol' water. Torgal even has his own bowls filled with water and some easily transportable mushy meat stuff. It's downwind, don't worry!

And it's hot. The sand stings before the flesh can adjust to being slightly cooked, like being on many tiny coals. Jill's been slathering sunscreen on herself and whoever dares look a little rosy. It's important. She's not tolerating any burns.

Today is going to be fun, peaceful, and without incident.

Pushing anyone into the waves doesn't count.

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@ joshua

[noburden]

"Did you get the back of your neck?" Jill asks Joshua, as if she hadn't been the one to assault him with the bottle of sunscreen as soon as they arrived. She frowns from beneath her sun hat. She can't recall, and stepping around him reveals a suspicious lack of white cast. Probably not.

"Stay there, I'll grab the bottle."

[empyreancatastrophe]

"It truly isn't necessary, Jill."

Joshua reaches up for Jill's wrist, his torso rising just enough from his seat so that he can place his long fingers just above her hand. It isn't a grab, and he makes sure to keep his touch gentle, but there's the slight hint of urgency behind the action.

Mostly because he's gotten to the good part of his book, and he doesn't wish it interrupted any further. He lifts up said book and offers a smile meant to quickly cajole whatever worry his sister may express.

"It's quite difficult to expose one's neck to the sun whilst sitting."

[noburden]

Jill frowns. Not at the touch, but his remark. This is precisely how burns happen.

"You won't be sitting the entire time we're out here," she says simply. He might see Dion and Clive out in the sun and decide to join. Or Torgal might coax him into a game of fetch.

"I'll be quick. I promise."

But no less thorough.